Abattoir vs. Alicia Wells vs. Liberty - Here Comes The Pain

Match Type: Hardcore Triple Threat
Victory Conditions: Pinfall, Submission, or KO. As with a regular triple threat, there is no DQ. Unlike a regular Triple Threat, pushing the boundaries is encouraged.


So this was a special little treat.

Liberty’s music started up, and the woman herself emerged a moment later, coming out to a fresh round of applause for the audience. She raised her fists high as she bounced to the music and soaked it all in, cherishing each cheer. It had been a rough time since she got back - a couple of wins, a couple of losses, more beatdowns than she would’ve preferred to be on the receiving end on it. But through it all, the people stood behind her.

Tonight, she’d reward them with something special. It had taken a little finaggling on her part, but Liberty asked for a hardcore match, and she was given all that and a little more: a three way. Regular three ways were chaotic, destructive messes, but with a hardcore taste added for flavor? It was guaranteed to be a good time.

Liberty was feeling giddy, oh so giddy, as she made her way down the ramp. She even did a little skip, which looked very weird with her big boots on. But she couldn’t help it. She could see all the little goodies at ringside. The barbwire, the table, baseball bats  - both of the metal and wooden variety - kendo sticks, a bag that likely had tacks in it, flourscent tubes, jumper cables, and that was all just what she could see from her vantage point.

In other words, all the makings of a very fun Friday night.

Liberty grabbed a trashcan and rolled her way into the ring, quickly popping back up to her feet. She took the lid off and gave it a few good bangs on the side, getting a nice, cacophonous crash that resonated through the arena.

”Make some noiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiise!”

Abattoir was back in her wheelhouse, and it felt fantastic.

Not that it was possible to tell; her expression all the way down the ramp was the usual dead-eyed stare, but it was good to get back into the rush of combat. Three people would make it even more interesting than two, after all - you never knew where to watch, where the next attack would come from. Apparently her Christmas bash extravaganza performance had drawn some attention from the AFW execs, because they'd gone out of their way to put her in a hardcore match as well, playing to her penchant for violent spectacle.

At the foot of the ring, she pulled her hood back and took her coat off, tossing it to one side, then slid under the ropes and hopped up to her feet. The nak muay took a moment to stare Liberty down - not too long, just long enough to get an impression of her - and then retired to a neutral corner amid all the plunder. She leaned back against the turnbuckle next to a sledgehammer and waited, perfectly still, barely even breathing.

The fans had seen this enough times to know it was just the calm before the storm.

Alicia really had no idea what she’d been let in for here. It was that simple. MMA fights were one versus one and didn’t usually involve the sort of arsenal of weaponry she’d watched being scattered around the ring as she waited to be called to what she was informed was called the gorilla position.

She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that. A… triple threat match, that’s what they called it, didn’t scare her. Actually, it intrigued her. It was going to be a real brawl, where she’d have to incapacitate both of her opponents if she wanted to really use any submissions. But that was fine by her. Alicia liked a challenge, she liked new experiences and nobody was going to be complaining whatever she did to either of her opponents.

It was the weaponry that – yeah – actually worried her a bit. As did the other two wrestlers, both of whom were about her size and both of whom were much more familiar with this style of match than she was.

Well. Fine. She’d just have to see how hardcore they were feeling after a few dozen kicks to the skull. And, again, at least nobody was going to complain whatever she did to them.

As the last to enter, she had the chance to watch the other two enter first before making her own appearance to utter silence – she’d finally convinced management she didn’t want any sort of entrance gimmick. But they’d made even that into a gimmick, dimming the lights as she walked down the aisle so that she seemed to have materialised at ringside.

She supposed she could cope.

Taking a moment to eye the weaponry surrounding her, the big redhead circled around to a vacant side to slide under the ropes and rise to her feet, her eyes shifting from one potential threat to the other. She was grinning, but it was a harder, more dangerous expression than on previous occasions. She might not care who won and she might not have any experience with the match type or her opponents, but Alicia was still damn aware that she needed to be bringing her A game if she wanted to walk away from this.

Keeping her distance for now, she tugged at her gloves, flexing her hands into fists and shaking her limbs out. It was better to let someone else make the first move, hopefully going for someone who wasn’t her.

Liberty just looked like a crazy woman but Abattoir… Her Alicia didn’t know about and that was not a good thing.

Liberty was a bit surprised when Alicia came onto the scene. Not because she didn’t expect a third opponent to show up, but she certainly didn’t expect to come in with no music at all. That was weird. A little disconcerting, really. She was suddenly just...there.

The former champion just shrugged it off and resumed her stretching routine in the corner, rolling her shoulders to get the last few kinks out. In a few seconds, they’d be heaping beautiful, bountiful carnage on one another. But until then, she had a decision to ponder.

She wanted to clobber one of them from the start. But which one?

The first up was Abattoir. As a connoisseur of hardcore wrestling, Liberty’d kept her eye on this one since she’d come in, noting some impressive battles. There was something off about her - maybe it was the dead eyes, the gas mask, the strange symbols, the creepy music - but Liberty could look past all that and see someone who mixed martial arts talent with raw brutality. Big threat.

Then there was Alicia. Liberty didn’t know jack about Alicia, except what she could see at a glance, and that was plenty. She was big. About the same size as Liberty herself. Solid looking thighs, probaby a kicker. Pretty damn confident, too, if that wicked smile on her face was anything to go by.

A dangerous known and a potentially dangerous unknown. Whichever one Liberty attacked, she would make herself vulnerable to the other one. With that in mind, she decided it was probably best not to turn her back on the one within arms' reach of a sledgehammer.

The bell rang and Liberty came bursting out of the corner, rushing straight towards Alicia - for the first couple of steps. She quickly changed direction, though, and brought the fight towards Abattoir instead, swinging her trash can at the muy thai maven from the side.

Abattoir cocked her head at Alicia's sudden appearance. Her eyes were as expressionless as ever over the mask, but if you looked closely, you could see the gears turning - Do I know this one? After a moment she decided no, she didn't; the new girl was an unknown factor. Interesting. Dangerous, naturally.

As the bell rang, she took a step forward out of the corner and brought both elbows up in the wide, familiar muay thai stance she normally used. There was something to be said for immediately going full aggro in a hardcore match, but Abattoir preferred to see what she was up against before she really started going hog wild. Liberty, however, was more than happy to get things going in earnest, and her meaningful brandishing of the trash can drew an early cheer from the fans.

The nak muay's eyes flickered between her two opponents. Clearly neither she nor Alicia wanted to make the first move and expose themselves to a stab in the back, and so it fell to Liberty to kick things off - and start things off she did, lunging straight towards Alicia with the can in hand. Abattoir circled off to the side, waiting to see what would happen...but suddenly, the brawler veered off course and swung right at her! Although she got an arm (and a rather high knee) up to partially block the shots to her side, and a trash can wasn't exactly the sturdiest of weapons, by no means did those things negate the fact that Liberty was swinging a metal object at her with considerable force.

With a satisfying thwack, the trash can bounced off her again and again. Abattoir glared, trying to back off for the moment - she wasn't in a ton of danger, having just started off, but both of her opponents were slightly bigger than her, and if they decided to immediately gang up on her, there was going to be serious trouble.

So instead, she circled to the side, and as she covered up from the shots, she very deliberately put Liberty between herself and Alicia.

Alicia didn’t have a clue how this was going to work, which contributed a lot to her otherwise uncharacteristically cautious approach in the opening seconds. In a normal match, she’d have been right out there already, queueing up her first kicks and looking for openings. Here, she was quite aware that – obvious as it might be – going for either of them would just leave her open to the other. And, as the newest, either of them might decide to eliminate her first as the weakest link in the match. Which, in Alicia’s view, would be a major mistake on their part, but she wasn’t eager to stick her head into a blender either.

And so she hesitated as the bell rang, keeping back and watching for the first signs of an attack. Liberty looked like the type to just launch into something. Abattoir, by contrast, had just taken up a muay thai stance which just ratcheted her threat rating up considerably in Alicia’s head. She’d gone up against nak muay before; that meant Abattoir was at least something of a known quantity underneath the creepiness.

That said, she’d also run into people with those sort of eyes before. The sort of eyes whose owners like hurting their opponents.

So, she was up against a potentially sadistic muay thai fighter and a crazy woman with a thing for weapons. There was a good chance nobody could blame the redhead for being a tiny bit more cautious than usual beneath her slasher’s smirk.

But Alicia held her ground as Liberty came right at her, her footing shifting as she prepared to kick that trash can right back into her face. Only to abort that idea as the other wrestler suddenly switched direction and went after Miss Creepy Gas Mask instead. That was unexpected. But not unwelcome.

Well, now what? She could just let Liberty hammer on Abattoir. She could join in. Or she could go for Liberty. The smartest decision would probably be to let them wear each other out and pick at them. But, hey, that wouldn’t be much fun at all.

And Liberty was tantalisingly poised between her and Abattoir. Screw it.

So the kickboxer darted forward with surprising speed and silence for a woman of her size. Normally, she’d start by picking away at a woman of Liberty’s size, wear her down and break open her defences. Normally, though, she wouldn’t be given another fighter’s back on a silver platter – which gave her considerably more options.

So, instead, she went for something more flashy. Turning her speed into momentum and pivoting on one foot, she went into a spin, bringing her other leg up in a powerful roundhouse aimed right at Liberty’s head.

High risk, high reward.

”Hi!”

THWACK!

”Fanofyourwork!”

THWACK!

”Don’t suppose!

THWACK!

”I could convince you!”

THWACK!

”To just!

THWACK!

”Drop?!”

THWACK!

Liberty wailed away on Abattoir with the unwieldy weapon, gaining a brief cheer from the audience with every strike. That was fun, but she would have preferred it considerably if Abattoir just went down. Not that she had a problem with the woman aside from not liking that creepy glare of hers, but Liberty had harbored the small hope that her opponent would fall over before her other opponent had the chance to capitalize. It looked like that was just not happening.

So it was no surprise when she felt something crash against the back of her head. When she stumbled to the side, turned her head, and saw that it had been nothing but Alicia’s foot, though, that was a surprise. Her brain had been scrambled by the blow, taking way more damage than she was used to taking from a single kick.

Given what she knew about Abattoir, that would likely not be the last time she was kicked in the head, either. Not close. So there was that to look forward to.

”Whoa, whoa-” Liberty didn’t fall, but she did stagger away to the side of the ring, holding the trashcan at her side. She turned and leaned back against the ropes as she shook some sense back into her head, really hoping that her opponents would be more interested in attacking each other than double-teaming on her.

It was impossible to make out the expression on Abattoir's face, of course, but given the gleam that suddenly came into her eyes, she was probably at least a little amused at the unpleasant surprise approaching Liberty from behind at warp speed.

What she was not amused at was the fact that it was a fucking roundhouse, perfectly delivered in an arc that bounced Liberty's head off her shoulder. It was good to see the blade out of its sheath, so to speak, and to get an idea of what she was up against, but Alicia clearly knew what she was doing. The step-up switch had been basically flawless - granted, it was rare in an actual one-on-one fight to get as perfect an opportunity as Alicia had gotten, but the way she'd instantly taken advantage of it was ominous indeed.

She let herself stagger back against the corner, free at last from the hailstorm of trash can shots, and shook out her arm as Alicia drove Liberty to the ropes. Way too many unanswered shots there. Maybe she should've gone more on the offensive. Not that it mattered - for the moment, she was loose and both of her opponents were engaged with each other. Now was the time to seize the pre-emptive advantage.

Dropping into a crouch, the nak muay skittered away from the corner, spiderlike. With the other two girls occupied, she circled around to the other side of the ring and, at last, her gloved hands closed around the base of a kendo stick. Perfect.

Alicia and Liberty had plenty of time to trade blows, but Abattoir was now stalking across the ring towards them, stick in hand. It wouldn't be long before somebody was on the receiving end.

Well, that hadn’t been the single most devastating kick she’d ever landed but Alicia had to admit to enjoying the results, her eyes gleaming in a similar way to Abattoir’s as Liberty went lumbering away. But now she had to decide what next.

As Liberty staggered out of the way and Abattoir slumped against the corner, Alicia paused a second to eye both. It was tempting, really really tempting to take the opportunity to score a hit on Abattoir while she was reeling too. After the hammering the creepy nak muay had taken from the trash can, another good hit might really take her out of the fight long enough for the redhead to hammer on Liberty. But she really wasn’t sure how long she’d stunned the big brunette for and she really didn’t want to fall victim to the sort of tunnel vision that Liberty had. She was going to need to have her head on a swivel for this match.

Still – Liberty it was. Keeping a weather eye on that trashcan, Alicia pursued her towards the ropes with her practiced shuffle, keeping her feet down low. Moving in hard and fast, the kickboxer looked to tease the shaken fighter with a pair of feinted jabs at the head, swaying away in the hopes of dodging any blows with the trashcan. The real attack was going to come in the form of a big boot aimed at Liberty’s belly. If Alicia could drive the air out of her, get her to bend down, then she could follow up with a knee to the head with a little run up behind it.

That ought to keep her brains nicely scrambled. And hopefully the beating would keep Liberty out of the way so that she could deal with the inevitable attack from behind from Abattoir.

Alicia might be new to this but she wasn’t stupid.

Despite the AFW playing up dozens and dozens of match types - mud matches, oil matches, bed matches, matches that couldn’t even be talked about in front of children - triple threats were a rare occurrence. Liberty was an AFW veteran, wrestling for over seven years, but even she hadn’t been in one before.

That meant this was sort of virgin territory for her, as well. As she was quickly learning, they could be something of a pain in the ass.

When Alicia came her way and started throwing jabs towards her face, Liberty brought the trashcan up on pure reflex, looking to protect her face. Novel idea, didn’t work out well. Her stomach was the real target, and Alicia hit it with razor sharp precision and thunderous force, turning Liberty’s abdominals to mush. The former hardcore champion doubled over and staggered away, dropping the trashcan in the process. "Shit-"

Liberty’s hardcore instincts expected Alicia to pick up the foreign object and bean her in the head with it. That didn’t happen. The newcomer either didn’t notice the opportunity or didn’t much care, because what Liberty got instead was a knee right in the face, hitting with enough power to straighten her up and knock her against the ropes.

Good shots. Very good shots. Damn.

While it wasn’t nearly enough damage to get Liberty in serious trouble, her head was reeling for the knee strike, too woozy for an effective counterattack at the moment. For now, she had enough wherewithal to get her arms up in defense, covering her upper chest as she leaned against the ropes. She wasn't a fan of being passive, but she wasn't a fan of getting kicked in the head, either. There’d be a right time to attack, but she would have to wait for it...